She Lost Her Husband. He Lost His Wife. Both Widowed, They Found Each Other.


Meet Jordan & Jessica Rice.
I first heard about their story while Steve and I were dating. It stuck out, because Steve can identify with their journey of losing a spouse. Last summer we had a chance to have lunch with them in Harlem and meet their adorable baby, Jameson. We also had a chance to discuss death and God’s providence. It was beautiful.
I had a chance to interview them for Black & Married with Kids. Click here to read the interview.

P.S. God writes the best love stories <3

Can You Make it Rain Harder? : Prince Been Making Lemonade Since 2007

I promise this isn’t another think piece on how Beyonce’s visual album “Lemonade” is the message Black women have been waiting to see in mainstream media, although in a way it is. Although, if you ask me, I like to think of “Lemonade” as a creative confirmation of what we already knew: Black women are gracefully resilient. Our struggles are many, but we will always come through on the other side better, happy, laughing, and free.


Simply put, Lemonade was good. As a creative, I was able to appreciate every aspect of it. Beyonce got me over here brainstorming on how to step my game up in my next photo shoot (after I lose 20+ pounds of course). I could sing “Lemonade” praises all day, but truth be told, I can’t stop thinking about Prince. Read More…

5 Lessons Spike Lee Can Learn from Barbershop: The Next Cut


Remember that time Spike Lee did a movie about Chicago that almost everyone IN and FROM Chicago hated? With the exception of Jennifer Hudson and Father Pfleger, because money talks, most Chicagoans and the rest of the world were perplexed about the actual purpose of Spike Lee’s film “Chiraq”. It’s always exciting when your city is being represented on the big screen, but disheartening when it’s just wrong. Dreadfully wrong.

My husband and I went to check out Barbershop: The Next Cut this weekend and was pleased. Like “I can’t wait for this to come out DVD” pleased. Like “Can we go see it again next week?” pleased. It was THAT good. It was so good, that it made us wonder again where a legend like Spike Lee went wrong with Chiraq. I’ve identified 5 lessons Spike Lee can learn from Barbershop: The Next Cut. Read More…

10 Reasons Why Black History Month 2016 Was the Most Lit Ever

When I partnered with AT&T for “AT&T 28 Days: Elements of Change”, I had NO idea that we were embarking on what will go down in history as one of the best Black History Months ever. Seriously, was there a Black people meeting I didn’t know about? Did President Obama give orders to make his last Black history month in office count? Something happened, and I’m here for it. Check out my 10 reasons why Black History Month 2016 was the most “lit” ever.

formationgif1. Formation – Beyonce televised the revolution when she dropped “Formation”, following up with the most conscious/Black-ish performance the SuperBowl has EVER seen. I’m glad Queen Bey was able to bring a wave of fresh energy to the movement, but shout out to the everyday people like myself, who BEEN in #Formation. *swerve* Read More…

I’ve Partnered With AT&T for “28 Days” Campaign & Here’s Why You Should Care

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Forget what Stacey Dash says, or in the words of Gabrielle Union “Who is Stacey Dash?”, it’s the most wonderful time of the year! It’s Black History Month! My family and friends know I absolutely LOVE Black History Month. Maybe it’s because I attended a grammar school that made us sing “Lift Every Voice and Sing” EVERY morning. Or maybe it’s because we would have Black History competitions every February, forcing us to “level up” and learn our Black History facts. Of course I won, like every year 🙂 OR, maybe it’s the fact that my father would take me to the DuSable Museum here in Chicago, purchase me books written and illustrated by African Americans, and consistently remind me that I was a Black princess (I love you Daddy). Whatever it may be, here I am at the age of 31, and Black History Month is a time of celebration, educating, and thriving in my blackness. #BlackByChoice #BlackLivesMatter #BlackGirlMagic #BlackBlackBlack *twirls* Read More…

Why I Unfollowed Her


I try not to be petty when it comes to social media, but who am I kidding, we all have gotten our “social media feelings” hurt a time or two. However, at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter who’s “following” us back or not, because I’ve come to the conclusion that real fellowship occurs offline. Even still, I HAD to unfollow her. Read More…

Sometimes It’s Hard Being Black & Christian


She told me about the business her father owned and my mind automatically began to wonder. I wasn’t playing the victim or having a pity party, but as I listened to my White friend talk about her father’s endeavors as an entrepreneur, I couldn’t help but to think of the potential entrepreneur stories that my father and grandfather were robbed of. My grandaddy came to Chicago from Mississippi, during the Great Migration. He worked 3 jobs to provide a better life for my grandmother and their 4 boys. He worked until cancer claimed his life. The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree, because my father has the exact same work ethic. I’m proud to come from a family of hard working Black men. It’s who they naturally are, because they want to be. However, it’s who they HAVE to be as well. There’s no happy ending consisting of the playing fields being leveled, receiving 40 acres & a mule, or tokenism-free opportunities. Read More…

The Beef Between Africans & African Americans


You’re not African American, you’re American. You guys just say African American so you can have some relation to Africa.

These are the words that were spoken to me from a Nigerian lady that I attended college with. It was hurtful to hear her say this. I have traveled to Zambia twice and the first time was challenging. In a debriefing session I explained to the white people on the trip, that my entire life I had been told that I am African American, and here I was in Africa, my Motherland, with no culture to call my own. When a man in the market realized that I couldn’t speak Bemba, he told my Zambian host that I should be ashamed of myself for not knowing my language. He didn’t know that I wasn’t from Zambia, because everything about me, along with the rest of the African American community screams Africa. While in Zambia, I noticed how Zambians looked just like African Americans back home. It was very evident that African Americans were from Africa.

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